Legend Of The Young Warlock

Plots

Africa. Land of the God-king.

~ Jaith and Xerxes II ~

"Who in his right mind would come all the way to this waste of space in the name of solitude?"

Jaith grumbled, climbing the slope of the hill. He was almost at the top when he began to hear a continuous flow of lyre overlapped with cymbals and brass.

"That must be him."

He convinced himself, and pulled forward for while, digging his neat fingers into the hides of the steeps. He finally had a clearer view and a good thrust-shot, and up, he went.

"Damn."

He sighed, standing at the top of the hill.

"Thank the gods I ate to my fill."

Then he turned to where he thought he heard the musical accompaniment from. But there was nothing in view. Just a set of displaced shallow clothed trees on the hill.

But the wind was generous to him and blew the music in his direction again. He took his steps to the tail of the wind.

"By heaven, I went through hell to find you."